A grateful heart

I decided it was time to join others in the grateful community and work towards completing a one thousand gifts list.

Thank you God, just thank you, from this humble heart, this broken heart, this wounded heart, this grateful heart...thank you for the gifts that you lay at my feet, set by my door, bestow upon me while I'm in the thick of life. Thank you for continuing to bless me and care for me.

The first 10 gifts from God that I am grateful for:

1. Two wonderful sons, imperfect as they are, who love You with all their hearts, who love me despite my faults and imperfections.

2. Friends that love unconditionally.

3. A house.

4. Money, however little, that provides as needed.

5. Food to nourish our bodies.

6. My God that loves me, why I don't understand, but am humbled by His love.

7. The ability to make a living while at home.

8. Financial aid to help me pursue a college education.

9. His Word that I can freely drink in to quench my thirst and eat from daily to nourish my soul.

10. This one day that He has given to me.

What are you grateful for?
How many gifts does God bestow in your life? Can you see them, scattered out there amidst the troubles, worries and fears that jumble your days one into another?
Make your list and see just what you have.

Amy

Here we go again...

Here I am, once again, in the land of bloggers.

A new blog for a new year.
A time to start fresh, to start over, to emerge after a year of wandering.

wan·der·ing: 1 a : to move about without a fixed course, aim, or goal b : to go idly about : ramble 2 : to follow a winding course : meander 3 a : to go astray (as from a course) : stray b : to go astray morally : err c : to lose normal mental contact : stray in thought

2009 was a year of stumbling through the wilderness, blindly feeling my way along a path of darkness looming ominously overhead, crowding in around me and offering no possible way out.

Or was it a desert I wandered in? A dry, scorching desert. Stepping ever so gingerly, yet quickly, hoping to keep my feet from being scalded time and time again, while I anxiously searched the distant horizon for an end to the pain.

Or perhaps it was a raging sea that I struggled to cross. Winds whipping all hope out of my hands, a darkness so black it engulfed me, and waters that closed over me keeping me imprisoned by distorted images.

I wandered through all of those places, and often still do, rambling aimlessly at times, both my body and my mind.

But when it felt hopeless, when it seemed forever dark and when the path looked impassable, He came. He led my steps, holding out His hand, whispering in my ear, "only fix your eyes on Me, it's all you need to see or know."

And when I fixed my eyes on Him, it was truly all I needed. He was the Truth in the middle of lies, a place of rest and peace during the turmoil that swirled around me, and a lamp for my feet, lighting my path.
He was, and is my Jesus.

A year ago marked a new season in my life. The end of one thing marked the beginning of something new.

So, here I am again, back in blogger-land, typing my heart felt thoughts.

If anyone is out there I hope that my words are not too rambling, too dis-jointed for you. If they are, then it is because I'm still rambling along this path known as life, trying to find my way.

Won't you wander with me?